Ling Feng and Ren Yuyao had something to eat at the restaurant. They had just gone out and were about to leave Xuanwu Town.
At this time, a young man in green shirt came towards me with a smile on his face. It was Ren Tianxing.
Ling Feng smiled and said, "Senior Brother Ren is here to see Senior Sister Ren?"
Ren Tianxing shook his head and said, "I'm here to see Junior Brother Lin!"
Ling Feng looked slightly stunned, and then said: "In that case, let's go inside and talk!"
Immediately, the three of them came to the restaurant again and booked a private room.
At this time, Ren Tianxing said: "I came here mainly for the affairs of the Tianhe Immortal Mansion. There are many dangers in the Immortal Mansion. I hope that Junior Brother Lin can form an alliance with me and support each other when encountering crises. How about that?"
Ling Feng smiled and said: "Of course!"
The Immortal Mansion is strictly prohibited and full of dangers, so it would be good to have multiple trustworthy allies.
Immediately, Ren Tianxing said: "Actually, there is another thing. My father knows about you and he wants to see you."
Ling Feng's expression froze and he glanced at Ren Yuyao. He was about to meet his parents. This scene would be difficult to perform!
Ren Yuyao blinked and gave a look, obviously intending to delay.
Ling Feng could only pretend to be indifferent, clasped his fists and said: "Now that the Chinese New Year is coming, I have a lot of things to do and I really can't get away from it. It's better to go visit my uncle next year! Please forgive me, Brother Ren!"
Ren Tianxing didn't force it and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, next year will be fine too!"
He was also afraid of being too hasty and scaring people away.
Immediately, Ling Feng bid farewell to Ren Tianxing and Ren Yuyao, returned to Xuantian Peak, and began to use the Yimu martial spirit in the form of a sacred tree to fuse the original power of wood in Qinglong Yuandan.
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At the same time, on Jiuyou Mountain, under the Ten Thousand Demons Cave, there was the eleventh floor of Netherworld Cave.
In a dark passage, a young man in black is walking forward with a knife, his back is bleak. The former Nether Young Master is now struggling to survive in this Nether Cave.
In the passage, there were gusts of sinister wind, green phosphorus fire appeared from time to time, and rotten robes and pale bones could be vaguely seen. Many of these people were once elite disciples of the Netherworld Palace, but their fate was that their souls were devoured by powerful evil spirits.
And flesh and blood, body and soul are destroyed!
But Mo Yan looked calm and walked slowly along the intricate passages, as if a king was inspecting his territory.
Suddenly, a little girl's cry sounded, like a low whimper, but very clear. Sometimes the sound was distant, and sometimes it seemed as if it was very close at hand.
Mo Yan's face was solemn, and he was looking around attentively, but suddenly a white figure appeared in front of him. From the two pigtails on her back, it could be vaguely seen that it was the figure of a young girl, who seemed to be lowering her head and crying. There was a trace of light in his eyes.
With cold murderous intent, his figure flashed for an instant, and the magic weapon-level sword condensed with black light flashed across rapidly. The back of the girl in white collapsed into a mass of black aura. Then he sheathed the sword and was about to move forward again.
Suddenly, the girl's cry sounded again behind him, and at the same time, a white girl with her head lowered appeared behind him.
Mo Yan's figure flashed again, the long sword quickly unsheathed, and quickly slashed across the girl in white, defeating her into a ball of black ghostly energy.
However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the girl's cry sounded again.
"The Art of Clone!"
Mo Yan once again killed the girl in white with his sword, but frowned slightly. This technique of cloning is very difficult for people. You must reach the realm of Yuanshen to truly be able to separate from the body and incarnate. Even a temporary clone must be at the golden elixir realm.
It can be condensed. But for evil ghosts without entities, clones are much simpler. In the realm of ghost generals, they can separate clones at any time. However, if this evil ghost is killed by him several times in a row, a lot of ghost energy must be lost.
But he has no intention of retreating. This evil ghost is obviously not a trivial matter, he must be a person with extremely profound skills!
However, there was nothing in his mind. He slowly closed his eyes and replaced his senses with the thoughts of his soul.
After a while, the girl cried again, and a white shadow came from behind.
Mo Yan suddenly turned around and slashed with his sword, and the white shadow disintegrated into a ball of ghost energy.
At this moment, a black ghost claw came towards us. Although it was just a condensed ghost aura, it seemed to be substantial, and its power was close to the peak of the fourth level! This ghost claw was the true form of the evil spirit hiding in the dark! Moreover, this ghost claw was
When the ghost claws attacked, there was also an extremely powerful soul force that attacked Mo Yan's sea of consciousness. As long as he was hit by the evil ghost's soul attack, his soul would be shaken, and then his body would be pierced by the ghost claws that followed.
However, Mo Yan was not affected at all. He turned around suddenly and slashed with his sword. The blade condensed a powerful sword intent and slashed out!
A shrill scream rang out, and the ghost claws disintegrated into scattered masses of black energy, shooting forward and backward towards the passage, obviously preparing to escape.
At this moment, a black soul vortex appeared above Mo Yan's head, emitting a powerful suction force and forcibly absorbing all the black energy.
Immediately, the black Nine Netherworld Fire burned, quickly refining the soul of the evil ghost. The evil ghost kept screaming in agony. It was obvious that the pain of soul refining was far beyond the physical pain.
Mo Yan's expression remained unchanged. After about a quarter of an hour, the screams suddenly stopped, and it was obvious that he had been completely refined.
At this time, he said coldly: "Now that you are here, come out!"
Immediately, a bloody wave of light appeared in front of Mo Yan, rippling slightly, revealing a middle-aged man in blood-clothed clothes, holding his fists respectfully and saying: "See you, young master!"
At this time, the Blood Demon General looked at Mo Yan, and couldn't help but feel a sense of awe in his heart. Although Mo Yan's appearance has not changed, his energy and spirit have undergone earth-shaking changes. In the past, Mo Yan was in a high position, although his talents were powerful and his cultivation was
Although he is very profound, he rarely does anything. The so-called son of a rich man cannot sit down in court! Therefore, at that time, Mo Yan always regarded himself as a wise man, like a top counselor, planning the world with wisdom. But at this time, Mo Yan had sharp eyes.
Like a sword, like a battle-hardened general, killing decisively!
Of course, the more important thing is that Mo Yan's cultivation strength has improved by leaps and bounds. Even the powerful ghost general who is close to the peak of the fourth level did not survive ten moves under Mo Yan's hands, and he was completely refined within a quarter of an hour. With this strength, even if
There is no guarantee that the Blood Demon General, who is the third among the Eight Demon Generals, can defeat him. With such strength, the eleventh level of the Netherworld Cave will no longer be able to defeat him.
At this time, the Blood Demon General understood why the Lord of the Netherworld Palace put Mo Yan on the eleventh floor of the Netherworld Cave. It was said to be punishment, but in fact it was to temper him. The Netherworld Cave is connected to the underworld, and the concentration of Xuanyin Qi in it is far higher than that in other places.
In this place, the cultivation speed is extremely fast. Moreover, killing powerful evil ghosts and refining soul power and Xuanyin ghost energy can also greatly improve the cultivation of soul and true energy.
Mo Yan said expressionlessly: "General Blood Demon, mother, do you have any instructions for me?"
The Blood Demon General said: "Yes, the palace master said, let you go to the twelfth floor of the Netherworld Cave. If you can eliminate the evil spirits in it, the punishment can be ended in advance!"
"Oh, besides that, does General Blood Demon have anything else?"
Mo Yan said with an indifferent expression, as if he was not afraid of the terror of Netherworld Cave Twelve at all.
The Blood Demon General pondered for a moment, and told about Ling Feng's participation in the seven-sect competition, defeating Shen Tianjun, Yuan Tiangang and many other powerful men holding fifth-level magic weapons, as well as the upcoming appearance of the Tianhe Immortal Mansion.
Mo Yan smiled faintly and said: "On February 2, the dragon raises its head and goes to the Nulong River to collect treasures, haha."
Immediately, his figure flashed, disappearing quickly like a ghost, apparently heading towards the entrance to the twelfth floor of the Netherworld Cave.
The Blood Demon General felt trembling in his heart, fearing that this Young Master Mo Yan would never let Lin Feng enter the Immortal Mansion to retrieve the treasure with peace of mind.